Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-11-08


allotted to himself as the length of his abb
senoe.
CHAPTER XXX.
WE'LL DONE.
On tho day following her meeting with the
young American, Natalie looked for the
promised visitof his aunt and himself. But
the morning passed, and the afternoon,
without their appearance.
"Surely," thought she, "they must be here
tonight"
Yet the clock struck ten and they were
still delinquent. She was disappointed and
frankly acknowledged her disappointment.
''Perhaps something may have happened.
Politeness, OF least, will require their calling
soon,n she said.
But the next day had nearly passed and no
visitors.
About Ave o'clock in the afternoon, she
went for stroll along the shore, returning in
half an hour. AS she approached the house,
q carriage rolled down the avenue, and q
pleasaat-faced, elderly lady, of perhaps six
ty, stopped out and with decided English
accent, smilingly said:
"Aliss Rochefort, believer at the same
time holding out her hand.
Natalie could scarcely restrain smile at
being called by that strange name; but she
took the proffered hand and said, quickly;
ayes, and this is Mr.. FOx's auntW
"Miss Bessie Strong" finished the other,
as she gazed admiringly and encouragingly
upon tho handsome girl before her.
Natalie was as much attracted to Miss
Strong as the latter TO her, the manners OF
the charming lady being so easy and gra- |
cious-the grace Of the old school that al |
ways was so fascinating to the Princess.
The girl then, half timidly, half reproach- |
fully ventured the remark:
~ rather looked for you and Mr.. Fox yes |
terday Why is he not with you'll"
"Yesln replied Miss Strong, with slight |
accent Of interrogation; II had intended
coming yesterday, but my nephew was sud
denly called away on matter OF business |
and left me to arrange certain AFFAIRS at |
home. Otherwise, we would certainly have
come"
They conversed pleasantly for some time, |
each liking the other better as the visit |
grew longer
As she arose to go, Miss Strong said
lightly and half ocularly:
II must send my Grant nephew to apollo
gize for allowing you SO long to remain ex-
pectant. / do not know when he will re-
turn. 1t may not be for several weeks.
Poor fellow he was greatly worried about
or other. | tried to make him
tell me what it was; but he would not"
Natalio's countenance became grave in
(Ah, Mr. Fairfax, your plan was
effectual. none could have been moro effect
ual He who secures woman's sympathy
and pity without causing her to suspect that
he is cndeavoring so to do, or even that he
is aware of tho existence Of this sympathy
and pity is on the highway to win her love. l.
Your shaft was well aimed, and went home
10 tho mark.)
After Miss Strong had left, Dolores or II
Natalie with the question:
Little mamma, where is Mr.. Arthur
Foxl"
'Ho has gone away, my dear, and perhaps
" i'll not come back for long time"
Without her being aware Of it, Natalie's
yoice was tinged with sadness, and whether
I was that the child was affected by the
ugubrious tone, or by the news, sho began
o weep.
"Won't my Mr.. Fox come back for a long
incl Why did he go awayl Max, he's
zone away, and he didn't come to say good
we to us, either. Isn't he naughtyp
Natalie thought so, too.
She found "Stella Moa" "a copy Of which
he had furtively made for HERSELF, and !
ang it.
She began to question who this Mr.. Fox !
vas. He had said Fox was not his real
lame, and that he was dcsirous Of privacy.
This little musical composition Of his pos j
essed certain amount Of merit; yet she
cit sure that no was not a professional
musician. There was something, too, about
he man that continually reminded her Of ,
ome former acquaintance. or Soiue one
whom she had seen at some previous time.
Who it was she was sorcly puzzled 10 dis
over.
For day or two longer, life Q. Eld.Plsll
vent on in very much the same quiet, I'M
disturbed way.
Natalie returned the call Of Mas StroIg. !
The latter informed her that Sho WIS really /
quite worried ABOUT tho absent nephew
He had not written her even once since his
departure. She had not the slightest no
Ion as TO his whereabouts.
An that evening Natalie was slngularly
She could not rid her mind
tnor did she care TOP of thoughts about
this man.
Do not imagine, good friends, that she
was m love with Fairfax or even supposed
she was Had o cannon been suddenly
tired of beside her, it could not have
startled her more than tho statement that
she was in love.
She was supplemented, unaffected and
sincere girl. She liked Mr.. Fox; thought
their respective tastes were sympathetic,
and believed that ench could understand
the other. Her interest went out toward
him IN purely friendly manner. But il
nutritious reader, II must DO admitted that
this interest was OF such nature that
some trivial occurrence, some accidental
news, some carelessly uttered word or UNI
guarded tone Of voice, might suddenly cause
her TO wake up TO, and be almost stunned by
Its hitherto hidden and unsupported depth.
Tho factor love was, ut present, an unseen
quantity in the calculations Of the Princess
Natalie Radziwill, worthy daughter Of the
race of the Hohenzollerns.
One morning, day or two after her
visit 10 Miss Strong, Natalie was reading TO
herself in the MUSHROOM and Dolores play
ing with the clumsy, patient Max.
A light, quick step was heard upon the
walk, outside Max, in an instant, pricked
up his ears and listened anxiously A
tenor voice was heard humming the air Of
lively song. Max leaped up, overset
Dolores in his eager haste; rushed through
the hall sprang over the door, the upper
half of which was open and, in his wild Joy,
almost knocked over the new conner, who
was heard speaking atfectionately 10 the
animal and calling him by name Dolores,
too, had recognized tho voice and, quickly,
picking herself up, ran out and graspcd
Fairfax hand, crying gladly: